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The Beginning


Among all of the ice and snow was a home in the darkness with an enticing glow Suburbia, back when life was moving nice and slow unlike the winds, who didn’t think twice to blow Parents from the motherland, the East side but as father time aged it seemed that peace died It was the new couple’s turn to decide where to start a family; when to start a family; Italy, causing half havoc happily At the time, blind to the fact that their mind was designed and assigned to distract us from the truth, but eventually they find and react simply by carrying ourselves above the distracted to an area whiter than a dove, and what that did was start a family; forever in love with the fat kid
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